Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2021 00:26:42 +0700 From: Ganteng Ask Subject: Kingdom of Francia chapter 3 This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotica sets in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Age. It wasn't heavily fantastical, meaning that I don't have a plant to include dragons, etc. yet. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and did not depict the author's moral values nor it tries to promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark age, there would be a lot of themes that might unsuitable for certain people, such as relationship with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author haven't envision. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave. Lastly, I welcome any input and feedback for future installment at gantengcks@gmail.com. And please support nifty to keep the site running and help author like me learning and keep publishing their work. *** Chapter 3 To say the Frankish won the battle decisively would not do justice to what actually happened. It wasn't even a battle, but more like a massacre. Rory's plan didn't only result in a huge fire in one area, but the whole castle. Soon the army didn't have any choice but to escape from the castle. Those who fled through the port are quickly captured by Frankish Royal Navy, leaving them only the northern and southern gate, both of which had the Frankish army advancing toward their gate. Thanks to the people panicking over getting out of the castle, the castle guards couldn't even defend their walls. It wasn't long before the southern gate fell to the southern army led by Pontikus. Although it was led by Pontikus, everyone knew the one who led the army was Rory MacCarthal. Pontikus couldn't even ride his horse properly; he needed the help of Sean O'Connely, the youngest of Rian O'Connely. He was a redhead, unlike his father, much smaller built than his father. He was tall and had cute dimples. He also had small black eyes. Despite working at their family farm, his skin was clean white, except his face, and his butt was pinkish because of the soft red hairs there. Pontikus was so drugged so much that he couldn't even do anything else but smiling and sticking his tongue out like he was licking a cock. All he could do was farting cums and peeing, or cumming, nobody couldn't tell what came out of his dick anymore, so much that his thighs and crotch were always wet. All of this thanks to the O'Connely drug that traced back to their ancient dynasty Celtian, which was famous for their drugs, which still rule Brettonia until today. Even without being drugged, Pontikus was still unfit for leading. He was covered with cum inside-out, he could no longer speak with the amount of dry cum in his throat. Pontikus couldn't even rely on his squire who was also his lover to help him anymore because his squire was busy getting his pussy filled. So the Leinstermen decided to make a deal because they didn't want the assault to fail. Rory became the acting leader of the southern gate assault, while his squire would be replaced by Sean, but not as a squire, while Pontikus's squire would be O'Connely new house servant and bitch. The eighteen years old freckled ginger brat was to be the Man of Antonidos Family, replacing the mid-thirties Pontikus. This also meant Sean got ownership over Pontikus's, his wife's, his children's, and his children's spouses' asses. Sean had the full say whether or not any child born from any woman in the family would carry O'Connely or Antonidos. This, they justified, was fair because the southern gate siege success would be attributed to Pontikus even though he was fully stoned during the siege. So to seal the deal, all of the Leinster men pissed and cummed on the inner part of Pontikus's full plate armor before made him wear it to the war. So there he was, in his piss and cum soaked plate armor, tongue out like a dog, farting cum and pissing at every bump, riding horse with Sean holding him in place. Sean, being the youngest of eleven brothers, couldn't say anything. In fact, he should be grateful he got to own an entire general's family. The southern gate was the first to fall. They didn't even need to use battering ram because the only thing getting rammed was the Yorkish army and Frankish Royal Army's asses. The gate was opened to led the people escaped and Rory used that opportunity to assault the gate. The Leinster were on fire that day. For the first time in history, the Ires tribes who had always been fucked over by the Yorkish, now could fight back and win. This would surely increase their tribe prestige amongst other tribes, even make the world finally sings their names. They would be remembered to be an army that outperformed even the Frankish Royal Army, not that it was hard considering the Royal Army was fighting with bellies full of cum. After they were inside the wall, the Leinster army didn't waste any time but to fuck every hole they can find, and the Frankish army would help their studs capturing these holes. They would only fuck if they were ordered to do so by any Leinster men. The free bitches were taking turns to be on the lookout, while the rest fingered their own pussy encouraging their studs to fuck harder. By the time the northern gate fell, the southern army had almost fuck their way through the northern gate. And when they met, the northern siege who weren't bitches yet were shown how to actually rape pussies. The Frankish army would watch obediently and get horny as fuck. It wasn't hard to convince them to suck the cums out of the swollen pussy or ass and made them gave their cherry. Everyone in Castle Fairshore was fairly fucked in no time. When Rory arrived at the castle courtyard, Count Stephen was already preparing to signal surrender. Rory used this opportunity to capture the Count and made his way into the castle without any resistance whatsoever. He told him to gather his wife and children in his master bedroom. Count Stephen, who was known to be a coward, peed himself before scurried to do what he was told. Although he didn't see it personally, Louis could see the remnants of the onslaught on the bodies laid in the room. A young girl body, probably eighteen, was rolled up in front of the bed with her cum filled vagina and ass still dripping to her face facing directly to Louis. On the bed was Rory on his back hugging the twin sister of the rolled-up girl with equally swollen pussylips and asshole on his right arm. While on his left arm was a young boy, probably fifteen, with asshole as destroyed as his sisters'. Count Stephen was laying on the bed with his face buried under Rory's ass. You can see his quivering lips. Letting out soft cries, trembled like it was giving a massage on the big swollen balls on top of it. His ass was stuffed with white roses, the house sigil of the York. Which made Louis realized it was the first time he saw Rory's body. His face was rough, filled with a thick red beard, and quite nice green eyes. The burly man was covered with hair in every part of his body with large patches on his chests. He didn't have quite a trail like Patrick, but his pubes bush was definitely much larger and much smellier, although the smell could probably be the sex. Which brought Louis to the other part he couldn't take his eyes off, Rory's 9" veiny uncircumcised dick. Louis could see the piss slit kept leaking the precum which made a huge wet spot on the bed. The veins were so big and make Louis wonder about how they felt if he touched them with his tongue. His balls were so hairy and big; they hang so low they rested on Count Stephen's mouth. Louis turned his gaze to the left side of the room where Ferghal, sitting on a face, fucking an old woman, which Louis assumed was the countess, rapidly. The face he was sitting on belong to the Count's eldest son; his body had many bruises, his balls were swollen red, and his ass was stuffed with a bouquet of white roses, more than his dad. His face was rapidly smashed to the chair as Ferghal furiously fuck his mother's cunt. Louis took a good look at Ferghal. Despite being in his thirties, Ferghal looked younger, probably someone in his mid-twenties. His body was a huge hunk like his father with no fat to be seen. He even had huge manboobs with protruding nipples. Unlike his father, he wasn't covered by hair, but he did inherit a huge pube bush from him. His muscular ass, though not bubbly, was round and meaty. He had bigger balls than his dad, though his shaft wasn't as big. Ferghal finally noticed Louis with a shock, but didn't stop moving or even slowing down, "Uhh... dad?" To which his dad replied with a huge ripe fart. Louis could swear the fart hit him right on the face. Yet he didn't budge, frown, or even getting angry. Instead, he inhaled the smelly fart as calmly as possible, letting the smell send the tingle to his ass. It was not even a day yet he hadn't been fingered, but his ass's already itching to be scratch. Luckily for Louis, Ferghal, although he might be a good talker, wasn't as smart as his father in noticing leaking pussy. Patrick just dodged a bullet there. "What the fuck! My. Lord." Said the fiftyish years old mediocre chancellor covering his nose. "You handle this, and I'll write a letter for the York," Louis said leaving the room to his chancellor. The letter which Louis wrote was a formal peace treaty for York, Francia, and Leinster. The letter demanded the York ceding the Pale to Francia. However, the letter specifically reiterated that Leinster was the one who owned the siege of Pale, and not Francia. This meant two things. Leinster would get the recognition and prestige of their army and a clear declaration of friendship between the two. Two things that the chancellor against. The first was also meant losing the Frankish Royal Army's prestige. The fact that a smaller number army, way smaller, was able to perform better than a more than tripled sized bigger army wouldn't look good for the Frankish. As for the second problem, the chancellor thought that an alliance should be saved for more important possible allies, such as Eastern Latin Empire to help them against their rival the Western Latin Empire, the Scots in case they wanted to expand to the York territory further, or any kingdoms in the Italian Peninsula to strengthen their control over mediterranean sea. Luckily for Rory, nothing a good dicking to the chancellor's hole couldn't fix. So the deal went through, with an addition of the York would pay war preparation to both Francia and Leinster. Rory, again, reveled in the situation. Louis decided to give the captured fleet to them as many as the Leinster could afford to maintain alongside the initial deal of the Captain's fleet. He even allowed Rory to handle the prisoners captured by both Francia and Leinster. So, after reaping all of the white roses planted at the Castle Fairshore, he went home bringing new pussies home to prepare for the mandatory feast after winning a war, of course, he extended the invitation to Louis. His prestige among his peers was doubly increased since he managed to have the Leinsters' dicks sunk in Frankish and Yorkish pussies in a single month. As the Leinster was to sleep at their campground outside the castle, it wasn't hard for them to hold a royal fuckfest the night before they left back to their home. Thinking that it was the last fuck they would be getting, the Frankish Royal Army were giving their all that night. Some arrived naked, some moaned louder, some getting stretched by three dicks, some even cried, and all agreed to carry the Leinster's piss inside their gut so the studs didn't have to walk away. When the Leinster offered to tattooed them using the Leinster's bitch pattern on their right butt cheek, some of them agreed, while the others agreed after some good dicking. It was Leinster's coat of arms, a stag but with the addition of protruding penis. Though for Pontikus, they also tattooed pussylips surrounding his dick, making it look exactly like a clit, and a battering ram with MacCarthal house sigil as the head descending across his back to his ass. MacCarthal house sigil was of hands holding an upsidedown heart, but since the tip of the heart wasn't sharp, you could mistake it for a dick. They, of course, took the liberty of adding the slit so it exactly looked like a dick. The battering ram, of course, had the Leinster coat of arm in the middle of it. Pontikus's family and any future child born to the small house were also ordered to have this tattooed on their back. And for the heck of it, they also tattooed the name of everyone who had feed Pontikus's hole with cum on his front, starting from the neck, descending to just above his belly button because the sun was already up. The night, or morning, was ended with the French Royal army forming a human centipede, sucking the cum out of their friend's gaping hole while their other friend sucking their own gaping hole. Then the Leinster army announcing the feast just a few days to come and they were all invited, ruining the last night moment the Frankish army was having. However, they didn't complain, and some even ran back to give the Leinster men a kiss, which the Leinster turned into a make-out session. Louis was currently waiting for his newlywed bride to arrive at the Pale. They hadn't consummated their wedding yet because Louis wanted to do it at the Fairshore. So he had time to attend the feast if he wished to. And honestly, after a few days went by without Patrick fingering him or drinking his cums, Louis's ass getting itchier and his throat felt drier. He still remembered the conversation they had in his bedroom just before the Leinster army was leaving home in the morning. He was ass up getting fingered with his face pushed by a foot through the wet spot, probably Rory's precum or his ass sweat or even worse, but he inhaled the smell wholeheartedly. It's amazing how the spot was still wet even after a day, "See, I fucking told you, you were going to love it. So never give me that look again!" He referred to when Louis confronted him after telling the chancellor not to change clean up his bedroom after Rory's fuckfest making Louis had to sleep in a different room. Patrick then pulled Louis's head using his feed while his hand busy jerking his dick off coating Louis's back with his precum. "Lick it!" Louis hesitantly sticking his tongue. "Too slow bitch! I already told you to let loose multiple times now! I know bitches were stupid but man you guys are idiots." Louis didn't fight back, he couldn't anyway. Besides his both of his hands were told to spread his cheeks apart, Patrick always knew to push rapidly pound his spot in his butt with his finger before throwing insults at him, and now his tongue also flooded with the taste of wet precum. He had to wonder why the precum was so strong, much tastier, and more intense? "By the way, I saw both my dad and Ferghal jerking their cock and cummed on that. They're probably upset you wanted the room cleaned treating their cum like a plague. So when they found out the room hasn't been cleaned, they decided to add the fresh one before we leave. They didn't know I already told your chancellor not to clean the room after finger fucking him." He said pulling Louis's face around the spot. "Oh, my dad didn't stop there though. He spitted, snorted complete with a huge glob of mucus, scratched his pubes hard making those red pubes fall, probably his self-farmed pubes flea as well, pissed a little bit on it, matted his dick cheese on it as well, covered it with his ass sweat, and farted so hard I could smell it even outside the room. I am surprised he hasn't shat your bed." By this point, Patrick no longer pushing Louis's face around, Louis himself already lapping the fabric like it was the tastiest candy in the whole world. "See, I fucking told you, you're going to love it. Now suck on it, make sure it wet with your spit." Louis did just that religiously. He was in heaven. He could taste the saltiness, the putrid bitter taste, even something sour there. He thought he would be disgusted, but instead, he was sucking it like his life was dependent on it. "Yeah, taste the essence. Here's your reward." Patrick gave Louis's ass soft bites before went down on his hole. Even just by licking the outside, Louis already moaned hard. He stopped licking the fabric, but Patrick quickly pushed his head down using his foot. Louis got the message and started sucking the wet fabric again. He almost let the fabric go again when Patrick started to push his tongue inside or sucking the lips out. Instead, he sucked the fabric harder whenever Patrick did that. "Damn, what the church would say if they see you like this?' "The church isn't going to know." "Smartass bitch." When Patrick presented him with his toes, Louis dutifully sucking those as well. He kept pushing his ass against Patrick's face. "Damn your pussy's tight. Does your pussy itching that bad, baby? Do you want me to scratch it again? Or do you want me to use my big fat cock this time?" He said teasing Louis by licking the taint. "Shut up. Just suck my hole." Louis said as pulled Patrick's face to his hole. Patrick gave it a few gentle licks before moving away to turn Louis on his back, then straddled his chest. "first of all, your excellency, it's a pussy." He said giving the emperor a slap with his dick. "Second of all," He said pushing all of his cock to Louis's mouth, which he accepted readily, in one go, "I'm not your whore just because I get you off. I'm your fucking man and you'll respect me like one. You have an itch in your pussy and I decided to satisfy it, by my own will, grace you if you will, with my fingers or my cock if I choose to pop your cherry, and you're going to like it. If you don't trust me, you can ask your general, Phillipe. He also refused when I want to stick my cock in it. Now he wouldn't even mind me pimping him to anyone, Leinster, his own army, or even the Yorkish men who decided to accept Franksih citizenship but actually not happy. Men, they were really using him like a whore, I even had to bash some of their skulls because they were scarring my bitch." After finishing his story, he made Louis deepthroated him again, and this time he held his head on his thick bush. "Yeah, choke on that!" After a few more thrusts, Patrick pulled completely. He laid his cock across Louis's face, pressed his hand on his cock, then ground it, "Do we have an understanding, your excellency?" "Yes." He said wanting nothing else but to suck that cock. Patrick gave him a few more hard cock slaps, then turned around and sat on Louis's face, "We'll see if you actually understand what I meant by respecting your man." He said wiggling his ass. Louis responded by pushing his face further and inhaling the smelly musk. He then gave it a few licks. "Yeah, you do understand. Do you like that smell? I haven't washed up since the siege." He said pulling Louis' face deeper into his ass, "Get your nostril on the hole, I have a treat for you since you've been a good bitch." Louis got his left nose plastered on Patrick's hole. "You know what else I beat my father on besides fucking? It's my fart. They were smellier." He said as he flooded Louis's nose with the nasties smell he ever smelled. Louis even wondered if his man let a rat died inside his butt. He was flying high up to the sky without even the help of drugs, and he moaned without even him noticing it. His 7" dick was harder than a stone. Patrick ending it with a huge loud fart, "Now eat my ass out while I eat your cunt, bitch," He said making sure Louis understood the difference between them. His man had an ass, he had a pussy. He rolled up Louis's body, so now his as was right under his face. Louis ate Patrick religiously, doing whatever Patrick did to his pussy. Patrick sucked his pussy, he would suck his ass. Patrick spitted in his pussy, he would do that as well. Patrick fucking his pussy with his tongue, he'll also tonguefuck Patrick's ass. Patrick curiously let out another loud fart. This time, Louis hesitated before he finally let out a quiet fart. "Fuck, I thought your fart would smell like roses." "Sorry..." "Fart some more!" Louis hesitated, "I can't... It's impolite." "Bitch, you should learn to do whatever it takes to make your man happy and not someone else. They aren't eating your ass out, are they? So when I tell you to fart, you're going to fart." Louis let out another small fart. Patrick was dissatisfied so he pushed on Louis's stomach. "I said fucking fart." This time, Louis let out a very long loud fart. "That's what I am talking about bitch!" He said as he returned to eating Louis out while finger fucking him this time. Louis also began eating him out again, but he hesitantly pushing two fingers in Patrick's butt. "Fuck, use one finger first! My ass is still tight, bitch! Treat it like a fucking empress!" Louis followed Patrick's ordered. This time, he also decided to fingerfuck Patrick the way Patrick fingerfucked him. It was gentle at the beginning but he was soon picking up his pace. And by the time they were about to cum, Louis could no longer keep up. He let his hand go, and just letting Patrick messing with his insides. Louis cum a lot, so much that it even drenched Patrick's furry chest. After making sure Louis was emptied out, Patrick turned around and began skull fucking him again. This time, Louis didn't just accept, he pushed two fingers to Patrick's now a little bit more open asshole. "Fuck yeah, bitch! Push your man's button! Make him happy!" Louis began moving his finger in and about inside Patrick's ass until he touched a spot that made his man jumped. "Yes!" He shouted in a very masculine voice which quick to turn into a squeal when Louis began pounding the spot rapidly. An act of revenge for his humiliation so far. "Bitch... Ah, not... ungh, not... so fast..." Louis didn't stop, he kept pounding it. The fact that Patrick kept skullfucking Louis also meant he was voluntarily rutting himself on Louis's fingers, so there was no, not so fast. When Patrick suddenly pushed his dick deeper, Louis also pushed the button so hard his hand looked like he was about to fist the man. Patrick cum gallons like always. He sent his cum straight to Louis's gut, filled his mouth to the brim, and coated his whole face with cum. "Fuck bitch. You know how to make your man happy." He said looking down at Louis. Lean but toned smooth body, killer blue eyes, soft lips, pointy nose, and his usually neatly combed hair now messy like he had just taken an ass to his face. Louis also took a good look at him. Short red-haired with stubbles across his jaw, killer piercing confident green eyes, muscular chest although not as much his eldest, but he was definitely hairier identical forest pubes. He had a much clearer hair trail to his pubes than the rest of his family though which made it so sexy in Louis's eyes. "If you're going to take me in so much, might as well take my dick for farewell dicking up your ass, your excellency." He said with a condescending smirk. Louis blushed, and turn around, "This is as far as we go." Patrick jumped on Louis's back, nibbling his neck while grinding his half-hard leaking cock up and down Louis's crack, "If I want to take your cherry, I would have done it ages ago. But I want you to offer it to me. An emperor offering me to pop his cherry on a silver platter, fuck, I can nut you again soon." Louis's moaned in heat as well. "But you're not ready yet. Not because we are afraid to be caught by the church, we already passed that. You aren't ready because you know the moment I plug you with my cock, you never want to be unplugged anymore. You wouldn't care who's in the room, all you want is for your ass to be plugged. You know I would truly own you by that time." He said whispering to Louis's ears in a hoarse voice while kept grinding his cock. "You just didn't know you didn't have a choice. Your ass is going to be itching so bad after I am gone. So bad I promise you, you can't stick your dick inside your wife's cunt. You can try to get one of your Frankish men to fuck you, but they are all bitches. They have been farting our cums these three days, and if you think I am lying, let me tell you none of your soldiers are going to went home tomorrow. All of them are going to go to the Leinster feast cause they want to have their asses railed. You can try looking for other studs, but you'll soon find out they aren't as good as me." Louis kept moaning until he couldn't hold it anymore. He spread his asscheeks, "Please fingerfuck my hungry cunt, sir." "No, no, no bitch." He said nibbling Louis's ear. "From now on, no more finger, only dick. And I'll only give it to you AFTER you beg me to ram it up your cunt." He teased Louis's hole, pushing the head right up his hole but not enough pressure to push the head in. His precum was flowing inside though. After filling Louis's ass with precum, Patrick pulled himself and walk away to the other room. He returned after a while with a chamberpot. He opened the lid, letting out the foulest smell of marinated piss filling the room. "It seems you won't be giving me any cunt soon, so we're done here. I need to stick my hard cock in a cunt or it would go to waste. I don't have any use for a cunt that can't respect his man." He said walking to Louis and gave his face a dickslap. "You think you're so high and mighty that you shouldn't be a bitch, didn't you? Let me break it up to you bitch. You are born bitches, you can fight your nature all you want but you'd still end up with a dick up your cunt anyway. So pick your man wisely. Pick me, and I'll make you the happiest bitch, and I'll make sure nobody can stick their noses up your cunt unless I say so." He gave him another dickslap. "If you think I am wrong, I can tell you I am not. You know why?" Patrick stood above the chamberpot and pissed in it, "Because, by the end of tomorrow, your ass itch will get worse, so bad you're going to put your face inside that pissed-filled chamberpot, thanks to my father, Ferghal, and Count Stephen. You're going to love that smell so much you want to down it clean because, with my piss inside, that is the only closest thing to my dick. Your ass itch will get better, but after you run out of my piss, what are you going to do." Patrick looked at Louis's face seemed to think, he could see the fear in his eyes. "I am going to give you another chance. Don't drink the piss. Smell it as much as you want but don't drink it. Attend the feast with this chamberpot. You're going to bring this at all times. You aren't going to the front door, instead, you're going to tell Sean, your Greek bitch general new squire, you want my cock up your cunt. He will deliver your cunt right on my bed." Patrick coated his fingers with precum and rub it on Louis's tongue, a ritual they always did. He then bent down and kissed Louis, softly this time. "If you didn't do as I said, you'll never see me or my cock ever again. And that would be our goodbye kiss." He said looking at Louis's face. "Fuck, you're such a looker." Patrick stood up and left Louis laying on his bed to his thought. Patrick was wrong, Louis didn't need tomorrow to open the chamberpot lid and inhaling the foul smell, he only needed a few minutes. The next meeting he had with his generals, he could no longer look at Phillipe of Provence the same way. The muscular eldest son of the Duke of Provence, with killer curly black hair and black eyes, was turned into an actual whore by his man. He always had the air of leadership surrounding him. He always appeared to be a confident man and without fear and a true knight honoring his chivalry vow, he couldn't believe the man betray his vow to his wife for someone's dick even go so much to whore himself. But who he was to say anything, especially not when his ass itching for the same dick. He did notice Phillipe was walking funny. He has quite a bubbly ass, no wonder Patrick liked him. How long have they been fucking? Was it longer than when Patrick starting to finger him? He couldn't help but felt jealous of him. Another weird sight, at least for Louis, was when he heard Pontikus replaced his squire with a new one, a Leinster. Not that he disliked the idea, in fact, he would love a few Leinster in his royal armies after seeing their performance during the siege. What was weird to him, he didn't do a lot of squire duties, and instead, Pontikus was the one who prepared for him even opening his door for his squire. He also noticed some of his newly acquired tattoos peeking up from his neck. "Well, since we've taken care of everything in here, I guess there is no longer a need to keep the Royal Army in this island. If nobody has any reason not to, I guess all of you can go back to Paris." He was answered with an awkward silence. After a cough, Pontikus answered, "We were invited for the Leinster feast, I was sure your excellency was invited as well. I hope your excellency wouldn't mind letting the soldiers attend the feast before going home since they seem to look forward to the feast." "By soldiers, I assume you meant you as well." Louis just chuckled. Should he really believe what Patrick said now? His entire royal army had been royally fucked? But if that's true, this won't be the only time Patrick was proven right. "It's fine. Well, that's concluded then. You all may leave." Louis said leaving the room first. He stopped as he passed Sean, "I need to talk to you, in my bedroom." Sean smirked and leaned in to whisper, "Sure sweetheart, anything for your hungry royal cunt." When Sean entered the room, he quickly noticed the smell filling up Louis's bedroom, "Fuck that was nasty." He said as he walked to the chamberpot and filled it with his piss. He turned around and waved his dick at Louis. "What are you waiting for slut? Clean my fucking dick. I am not going to bring you to that bastard if you aren't being a good slut for me." Louis hesitated to look at the 5" soft dick. He was about to clean a stranger's, a squire at that, dick from piss, something that Patrick hadn't done. But if he didn't do this, he won't get to see Patrick's dick again. The answer is obvious, he kneeled and cleaned the squire's soft dick using his mouth. After he was done, he let the dick out with a loud pop. "Fuck yeah, it's nice to have an emperor cleaning up your cock. I am so jealous. Patrick you lucky bastard." He said as he traced Louis's face using his dick. He pulled away, got naked, and laid on the bed. "C'mon, Patrick already told me the drill. Make you feel good, not fucking your ass. I even had five cums marinated on my pubes now. I prepared it just for you when Patrick told me you like smelling pubes." This time, Louis didn't hesitate. He jumped on Sean's dick and quickly went to town. He smothered the dick with slobs in no time, and Sean's dick was fully hard. It was 8" hard with a very pinkish head. Louis licked the slit making Sean moaned. "Fuck! Someone is eager." Louis was starving. It was only what? A few hours after Patrick went? He knew, but he couldn't help it anyway. He was hungry. His throat was hungry and his asshole also hungry. He proceeded to deepthroat the dick burying his nose in Sean's pubes. The smell of the dried cum was intense, just the way Louis like it. When Louis pulled back, his mouth was offered with Sean's balls which he sucked happily. He gave O'Connely family jewels tongue bath as gentle and as thorough as possible licking all the sweats there. When Sean couldn't take it anymore, he stood and laid Louis's head hanging down the bedside. "I can't rape your cunt yet, but I'll settle on raping your other cunt." He said before began easing his cock inside Louis's mouth. Once every inch of his dick was already inside, Patrick waste no time pounding the emperor's mouth like there was no tomorrow. He didn't know whether Patrick's plan going to succeed or not, so there was no guarantee he could skullfuck the emperor again. He definitely going to make the most of it. It's not every day you could fuck an emperor, and having one sucking his dick right now surely made him didn't last long. Soon he coated Louis's throat white with cum, he didn't pull out until everything was empty. He shrugged off a few drops on Louis's mouth and that was it. Louis looked at him a little bit disappointed when he pulled out completely. "Don't worry, bitch. I didn't plan on having only one round. By the time we finished, you're going to be fed so much cum you don't even need Patrick's anymore. Fuck, if you want my dick plugging your cunt, just fucking tell me. I promise Patrick won't know." He said as he jerked his soft dick. "Until then, I am going to use your mouth like a cunt. You better be ready because we won't get out of this room anytime soon." Sean was right, they didn't come out of the room for a few days. Sean kept feeding him his cum, so much that he even wondered how much cum his balls could produce in a day. He also fingered Louis and rimmed him, but it was clear getting Louis off wasn't his most priority. He also didn't suck Louis's dick, unlike Patrick. It wasn't an awful experience, it was great. He got his cum, and there was just something about him being an emperor used by a mere squire. He also wondered how he managed to refuse Sean whenever he advanced or teased his hole with his 8" hard dick. They only stopped for resting, eating, and taking care of their bladder, and then continued fucking. In the end, he was covered in dried cum from head to toe, and Sean didn't allow him to clean up before heading for their tribe in Rathdown. He wanted Patrick to taste his cum wherever he put his mouth on Louis, and to give Patrick a message that his service wasn't free. They were inside a fancy carriage when they were about to arrive. Sean, whose fingers currently loosening Louis's hole whose mouth filled with his dick, told Louis to roll up in front of him with his ass upturned. Louis got into position and Sean told him to open his hole wider which was easy since Sean already opened him nice. Louis was shocked when Sean put the tip of his dickhead inside the gaping hole, "Sean, no, I don't want to." "Shut up bitch! I might not get to pop your cherry, but I am still going to be the first to cream you and he's going to get my sloppy second. Next time he learned not to take me as his underling." He said with a fit of anger in his voice, "That fucking bitch! I hope he got to taste my cum when he eats your cunt." Eating another man's cum wasn't a good thing in their masculine culture, so Sean assumed that it would made Patrick upset. Louis didn't tell him Patrick had been eating his cum occasionally. Sean let out a satisfied sigh when Louis felt a sudden gush of warmness inside his ass. "If any is spilled, I am going to plug you and take your cherry bitch, so open up!" Louis did his best to open up and let Sean's never-ending cum flowed inside his gut. He couldn't help but moaned as his ass felt warm the more the cum travels down his body. He couldn't imagine how would it felt if the cum was shot deep inside his ass. Was this what it felt to be bred? The warmth felt nice. Fuck, he couldn't get enough of it. It wasn't long before his ass filled so full. There is only so much fingers could open up your ass after all. Luckily, Sean's cum factory wasn't producing as much anymore, thanks to cumming for three days. It filled his ass just enough it didn't push out of the hole. Sean pulled out and opened his hole, "That's it. I think it's enough cum to say `Sean sends his regards'. That will get him to think he lost because I bred you first." He laughed evilly, "Make sure you keep it inside." He said smacking Louis's butt and took the chamberpot which never left Louis's side. He let out another stream of piss inside. Prior to this, it was only half full, now it was almost filled to the brim. All filled with his, Rory, Patrick, Ferghal, and even Louis's own piss. He also let some guard passing by piss in the pot as well. Louis was still in his position, feeling the cum, when Sean pulled his hair. He quickly shut his pucker up since he was afraid he would spill the cum. After Louis was standing, Sean threw him clothes that he wore before Sean stripped him. "Wear that. I mean, Patrick would sure love it more if you come to him naked, but we'll going to pass some people on the way. So It's your choice." It wasn't a hard choice. Louis was willing to be someone bitch, but to flaunt his bitchdom like that, he wasn't ready yet. So he wore his clothes. A tunic with golden embroidery, and a blue surcoat with his house insignia, a phoenix, on the right side and his nation coat of arms, Four golden roses, on the left side. He also wore his Fleur de Lis golden crown as requested by Patrick. Leinster was a tribe, that is one thing for sure. The place didn't have a lot of buildings and still had a lot of empty fields. Most of the fields were utilized as farmlands for wheat and other crops. Since Rathdown was a coastal tribe, a lot of them working as fishermen as well. The chieftain's house was quite remote as well. There were almost no building on the way there but open fields, except a few occasional farmlands. There was only a small dirt path leading there. Soon the carriage stopped, Sean let them out in a field just in front of the chieftain's roundhouse. They were dropped quite far away, but he noticed the place was not yet crowded. "Don't worry, we are early. Everybody was helping to carry the entertainment here." Sean said leading him to the house. Louis looked around him and he found a lot of Francia flags were neatly placed on the ground, he thought it must be because they were expecting his people and wanted to welcome them with respect. But the nearer he came to the house, he soon found York flags were also scattered though not as many. Louis didn't bother to ask and just followed Sean. They didn't enter through the front door though, and instead, circle around, and went to a much smaller house behind it. Right after Louis, another entourage soon followed him coming to the chieftain's house. It was a lineup of people, some of which were chained naked, the captured Yorkish; some naked but not chained, the Frankish; and some wore their clothes guiding the herd while fingering the naked bitches, the Leinster. One particular person was tied like a stuffed pig on a silver plate with his mouth stuffed with cucumber. They told the bitches to line on the flags of their country with face down and ass up like good bitches. That meant they won't resist anything done to them, if anyone groped them, fingered them, or even sunken a cock in them, they won't resist. The Leinster didn't tell them there won't be any fucking yet until the chieftain finished his speech and his `main dish'. There was also a special spot with two chairs. It was reserved for Pontikus, the Greek general, and the druid who was going to tattoo him the names of the people fucked him that night. Rory already told them to get the Frankish Royal army general ass once before it got too loose, and the men of Leinster didn't need to be told twice. Many would come to fuck him, especially those who haven't fucked him were prioritized. Many would come to fuck him twice. Some would even bring their children to see what a pathetic man Pontikus was, and proceeded to fuck them with their children. Now everyone in the Leinster could brag they had fuck the Frankish Royal Army general. Although women were also allowed to fuck the bitches, if their husbands or studs allowed them to, Pontikus was the only exception. Rory simply didn't want the small dick gene inside the tribe. So the general was reserved only for the males, even Leinster man bitches were allowed to fuck him only on this occasion. Rory was seated on a very long table filled with food conversing with Ferghal and his councils when he saw the main dish coming. "What do we have here? A Yorkish admiral's pussy for dinner? I couldn't believe my luck!" He said when they put the plate with Jordan on top of it on the table right in front of Rory. Rory was looking at Jordan with lust. He was short but toned, not as much muscle as him. His body was pale and his eyes were blue. And his long blonde hair just kept Rory's dick hard. He had quite cute-ish features instead of masculine, which made Rory's dick lurched whenever he remembered that cocky laughs he gave him when he flaunted Rory with his pussy. He looked at his balls and they seemed swollen. Jordan's body trembled when he felt Rory traced his asshole with a finger and pushed it in. "I've been wanting to tear you a new pussy ever since you flaunt your cunt at me bitch. Next time, you'll learn not to tease a stud with your pussy if you don't want to be bred like a bitch." He said as he began a quick thrusting with his finger eliciting Jordan's moans. "Rory, you're supposed to give the speech first." "Shut up, Rian. I am the one who defeated the Yorkish, so unless you also want to be fingered fuck like a bitch in front of everyone, then fuck off!" He said kept fingering Jordan's ass. You could clearly see his face was red, with anger and with lust, and Rian knew there was no way he could reason with the horny man. So he motioned to the people to began seating and eating. Rory's fingers picked up the pace quickly and soon the ass was roughly finger fucked. It was clear he wasn't aiming to get Jordan off, he just wanted to mess with his ass. When his finger grazed a spot inside his body, Jordan's ass jumped, his eyes bulged, and a loud moan escaped even through the cucumber covering his mouth. The look on his face made the Leinster who watched him while drinking and eating their food laughed and choked on their food. "You like that bitch? I heard the Yorkish armada love to eat each other pussy during their spare time and pick up local sailors to stuff their dick inside their cunt. I am glad your cunt wasn't gaping open yet. Was it because the Yorkish sailors have small dicks? Answer me cunt!" He said as he took away the cucumber. Jordan was caught off guard and let out a loud moan which he quickly suppressed. "No. I just much prefer using my dick because it isn't small like yours. Ughh." Jordan was cut off by his moan when Rory violently pounded the spot inside him. Jordan pushed his ass up higher and started rutting himself on Rory's finger which didn't go unnoticed by the guests as they leered at him. Rory pulled out his finger and Jordan also let out a disappointed sigh which made him more embarrassed when he realized the leers and the sneers the guests gave him. "Look here cunt!" Jordan looked behind him and his jaw dropped. Rory tugged his trouser under his balls and let his huge dong hanging. He smirked at Jordan while jerking his leaking cock. "Here's the drill cunt. I am going to cut your feet rope, and you aren't going to do anything funny. Nobody in here going to say otherwise if I want to crack one of your eggs open." He caressed one of Jordan's balls. The former admiral's leg trembled and he could see the tip of Jordan's dick leaking a yellow liquid. He scooped up the piss droplet and brought him to Jordan's mouth, letting the man knew he had him by the balls quite literally. Jordan hesitated at first but end up licking the finger. Rory laughed, "Fuck the cunt got so scared he leaked a piss. The fucking wimp didn't even hesitate when I offered him his own piss! I bet he'd drink mine gladly." He said with a little bit of a lie, humiliating Jordan further. Rory cut the rope trying Jordan's feet, "Squat cunt." When Jordan was being too slow, because his hands were still tied, Rory pulled him up by the hair making the man screamed. "Shut up cunt! Now I am going to hold up the cucumber and you're going to fuck yourself on it while I say my speech. You see my small cock, and that's going to tear you a new pussy whether you want it or not. Make it easy on yourself or not, not my fucking problem. If you drop the cucumber, I am not going to pick it up for you again, and that's going to be as much help your ass would get. Now start opening your cunt." He wanted to hesitate, to give him some time to be embarrassed, to finally resign his last dignity before fucking himself on a fucking cucumber in front of barbarians he always thought lower than himself. Now he made him lower than them so much lower he wasn't even hesitating not one bit before fucking himself on the cucumber. He no longer felt shamed, only pain, which he shrugged off because there was no way Rory's cock going inside his ass without help. Not long after, the cucumber was deep inside him. He began to shake his ass left and right, up and down, trying to open his ass up as much as possible. Rory didn't begin his speech quite yet, he gave the spotlight to the cunt fucking himself on a cucumber. He had no intention of helping Jordan loosen his ass up, so he gave him a thin cucumber instead of the thick one. He wanted the Yorkish admiral who laughed at him humiliated. He wanted the man to feel pain when he fucked him, and he wanted his crew to experience the same thing. He made sure Jordan's crew were lineup on a special spot. He gave a special order to have Jordan's crew cunts stuffed by two cocks, and nobody could fuck anyone before they fuck Jordan's crew. Everyone was laughing seeing Jordan trying his best to open up his hole with the small cucumber. Rory climbed on the table, it was a miracle the table didn't break and stood behind Jordan nudging his half-hard leaking cock on the back of his head. Jordan paused and looked behind. He was entranced once more when he faced the dick up close. "Don't stop cunt, keep the show going." He was suddenly aware he was being watched and dropped his head embarrassed. "I didn't tell you to be embarrassed cunt. I told you to keep us entertained!" He said slapping Jordan's face. Jordan began pounding himself again, slower this time. Rory gave him another slap, and he began pounding himself faster. Everyone leers were getting louder as well. Rory laughed as he picked up his glass of beer, and began thrusting his crotch on Jordan's head smothering it with his precum. "I hope you lads remember what I said when we're about to attack the Pale. I sure fucking do. I told you we're going to lose. We're going to die to these fucking motherfuckers. I told you it's better for us to die than to live. I told you they're going to turn us into a fucking human toilet and buried us six feet under their shit. Now, look at them." He motioned to Jordan, "They're lucky they haven't drowned in our cum yet." He said as he smacked his cock on Jordan's head. "I couldn't believe we managed to pull it off myself, but we did. We didn't only get some Yorkish pussies, we even managed to show the fucking Frankish Royal army their place, under us with cunts stuffed with our cocks. You lot can thank my big fat cock for that. Never again we shall bow down under these bitches. They can sit on a throne, wearing shiny steel armor, and live in a big city, but they'll always know who are the studs and who do the stuffing! We are the superior cocks! And tonight we're going to stuff them so full of it they aren't going to forget it soon! Always remember our motto, our might is as hard as our cock!" He roared as he downed his beer. He threw away the beer and kicked everything on the table away making room for himself. "Stand up cunt. You better opened yourself up nicely because my cock is going in now." Jordan stood up, there was no way his asshole had open up enough with the small cucumber and he knew that. He quickly turned around facing Rory, "Please," He muttered quietly. "What cunt, I can't hear you." "Please let me suck your cock." "I can't hear you cunt!" Rory roared taunting Jordan. Jordan closed his eyes, "Please let me suck your cock!" Everyone laughed and openly cheered. "Why cunt, your mouth getting dry looking at my big fat cock? Oh wait, you said it's small. Are you getting thirsty and want a taste of my leaking precum? Answer me." Jordan's face was as red as Rory's hair, but he knew he was at Rory's mercy so he decided to play along and debased himself further. "Yes sir. I was wrong. Your dick is magnificent and it makes me thirsty. Please feed me your cock and your precum." Rory laughed. He caressed Jordan's quivering lips and said, "That's what I thought cunt. Don't worry, I am going to feed you alright." He laid down under him. "I am going to feed your down south mouth so full you're going to puke it back up from the north one." He said with an evil smirk and straighten his dick upwards. It was ginormous and Jordan for sure thought the dick was going to split him in half. And he knew that was going to hurt so bad his legs trembled, and that too didn't go unnoticed by the leers. "Not so cheeky now, aren't you boy? Too bad you've got good cheeks. Next time you want to be cheeky to a man, you better be ready to get your cheeks clapped." Jordan nodded, his voice cracked as if he was about to cry, and said, "I won't be cheeky anymore, I will be a good boy. Please have mercy on me." Everyone laughed. "You fucking pathetic. Fine, I'll give you a choice. You can walk away from me, and not be my bitch, but you're going to be my tribe bitch. You're going to line up with your crew getting your ass stuffed by their dicks as many as they can fit into every fucking hole you have. You're going to serve everymen who want a go at your cunt. They're going to fill you up until you can no longer shit and puke anything but cum." Jordan looked at him horrified, "Or you can stay here, and I'll count until ten. If you manage to get all of my cock up your cunt, I am going to make you my bitch. You don't have to take two dicks at once. Like a good bitch, you're going to have your cunt ready and prime for me to use whenever I want. You aren't going to do anything but stuffed with my cum and spitting my red-haired babies out of your cunts. Your choice." Jordan was about to think when Rory said, "1. Decided now or you're heading straight to the whorehouse." He scurried himself to sit on Rory's cock because he thought that would be better than being the tribe bitch. As big as it was, Rory's cock was still one cock, and the debasement of being someone's bitch was much lesser than of being everyone's bitch. All he needed to do just impale himself on Rory's cock. Easier said than done. Rory kept counting and Jordan still couldn't get anything but the tip inside his ass. "5. Fuck, you're not even trying, bitch. You actually want to be the men's whore but you're too shy to say it, didn't you?" Rory said slapping Jordan's ass cheek. "Fuck! It hurts!" Jordan screamed as the head went inside. "You think that hurt? Why don't you double that pain? That's why you got if you stopped there. 6." Rory said again slapping another cheek. Jordan pushed himself hard on the meaty pole. His face was red, previously from humiliation now from the pain, and his vein bulged. Rory fed on all of the pain he inflicted on Jordan. His dick might be leaking, but that wasn't enough to subside the pain for the virgin ass. That's why he usually had Ferghal opening up new cunts for him. Jordan only had a small cucumber. "You're too noisy." Rian came and fed Jordan the cucumber that was just inside his ass. He didn't care and just chomp down on it. "I bet you want it, don't you? To be the tribe bitch. Plugged by two dicks day and night? Plugging you with their cum. It wasn't a bad idea for your thirst actually. Men are going to look for you just before they go to work and after they go home. They're definitely making you licking all of their sweats. And cum is not the only thing you're going to be filled with. 7." Jordan kept pushing. "Oh yeah, they're definitely interested in that Yorkish human meat thing. What better way to learn about human toilets than from the Yorkish themselves. 8." Jordan looked at the men around him, he was smirking evilly at him. Some even so much turned around and showing him their hole winking it at him. He knew Rory wasn't kidding. He looked at the cock and he was only halfway there. There was no way he could do it in time unless he pushed himself hard on the dick. But the pain that would do would be too much. His legs trembled harder just from the thought. Rory smirked at this and pulled Jordan's hands neatly tied behind his back, "Here, let me help you." He said as he positioned his dick straight to Jordan's spot. Jordan noticed what Rory was about to do and quickly said, "No! No! Please! Mercy!" was all he could muster before Rory drove his dick straight to his spot to the hilt. If anything screamed he was fucked, it was his face. He didn't scream or shout, he instead just groaned with an open mouth and rolled up eyes. His brain was flooded with pain so it decided to just skip it and register the pleasure instead. His dick was spraying piss as an after-effect of the fear he was having. Rory planted his cock deep inside him, and Jordan still hadn't finished pissing. Rory was done waiting, so pound he did. He lifted Jordan's body until his head was the only thing inside, and impaled him hard on it. He kept doing that and Jordan's piss sprayed all over the table, onto a lot of food being eaten. "Hey! Watch out chief!" "Fuck off! It's not like you haven't drink women's squirt, you squirt!" Rory didn't stop pounding, and Jordan moaned louder. After a while, Rory felt that Jordan began meeting his pounding, so he stopped moving his hip all together, and let Jordan did the work. And he did just that. He was pounding himself hard on the dick. "Yeah, ride that big fat cock!" cheered one of the guests. Just a minute ago he would stop after jeers, now he didn't care. Instead, he got encouraged and move faster. He was about to lay himself on top of Rory under him when Rory slapped his balls. "No, cunt. Keep squatting. I want you to show everyone your face as I fuck your brains out." Jordan obliged. When Rory was about to cum, he held Jordan's hip before giving Jordan the ramming of his life. He gave a hard thrust as fast as he could hitting Jordan's spot. The man couldn't even moan, and just opened his mouth drooling. "Yeah, you like that cunt!? You want a ginger baby inside your cunt?" "Yes! Yes! Fill me with your baby!" Rory fucked him harder, and finished it with a single hard thrust. Jordan could feel a warmth feeling suddenly spread inside him as he laid on Rory's chest. He was basking in the afterglow when he realized Rory hadn't pulled out and still hard. "I am ready whenever you are son." He announced much to Jordan's dismay. Ferghal also climbed on the tabled and position his dick on the filled asshole while chomping on a drumstick. "Wait! You said I am not taking two cocks!" "Well, you know what else I was lying about, cunt?" He said as he turned Jordan's face to face him. Jordan could see the evil smirk without mercy in the man's eyes as he spitted on Jordan's face. "You're still going to the whorehouse." *** And that's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. And thanks to everyone who gave me feedback and constructive criticism, I really welcome that. I hope I did well on this chapter. Yes, they were still in Leinster, and the title implied the main focus of the story would be the Kingdom of Francia. I promise we'll soon travel to the land of the Frankish As always please give me feedback on things I can improve on, ask me anything, tell me what you think about this chapter/story, or if you just want to talk about anything, just email me. It really helps me get going :) And thanks for reading.